“You’re my muscle man. Fuck,” I hissed, jutting my hips forward. “Big, strong, do what I say. I fucking love this. You’re so solid. A fucking beautiful rock.”
Flynn gasped against my skin. “I’ve never been a plaything like this, Sir.”
“No, you’re not a thing, you’re mine. My rookie. My man. Fuck, you belong to me.”
“Yes, Sir!” Flynn licked downward toward my groin, but I was too busy fucking against his bicep and strong forearm to consider anything else.
“Jerk off. Now.”
He moaned and fumbled one-handed with his pants. The second I saw his diamond-hard cock slide through his fist I closed my eyes and bliss punched through my gut. I panted as I painted stripes on his beautiful arm, then pulled back enough to douse his chest with a couple of beads of pearly cum.
“Get on your knees on the bench. Get up here.” I pointed, then stuffed my cock in my pants with a wince. “Now.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said around a gasp.
He moved and did exactly as I’d ordered, sitting up tall and sturdy on the bench on his knees while I fell to mine on the ground. I opened my mouth in front of him, and he whined as he tugged his cock faster. His cockhead gleamed like a pink gem, and then he squeezed his eyes closed and bared his teeth. I chased after the drops of cum that shot from his slit as if it was a game—one I intended to win. I ate as much of each burst of musk as I could, then licked his fist clean. I sucked on his cockhead, using my lips to squeeze that firm flesh, and he let out a breathless sob. I kept that up until he shoved at my shoulders, and then I tucked him away in his underwear, zipped his fly, and buckled his belt. The glint in his eyes let me know he thought I was either insane or incredible, and I was hoping it was the second one. I licked up his chest, over his left nipple, and went to work cleaning him off.
“You’re eating your own—fuck,” he mumbled, and I chuckled against his skin. I took a long time lapping at his firm arm muscles and pressed a secret kiss on the inside of his elbow that had him chuckling.
“Hey!” someone said behind us, and I stilled, every hair on my body standing on end. I’d been so busy with Flynn that I hadn’t been keeping tabs on our surroundings the way I should’ve. I straightened and stood, throwing back my shoulders in the hope I would be able to intimidate whoever was there into leaving us the hell alone. Flynn shook his head at me as I spun on my heel.
A thin blond—maybe he was nineteen—in a blue hoodie stood almost shaking apart. His hood was tugged forward, but not far enough to envelop his face in shadow the way he might’ve been hoping. I felt bad for him. Was he on drugs of some kind? Big blue eyes showed too much white around the edges and too pink lips were abused by his sharp teeth. I was going to ask if he was okay when my empathy took a nosedive. He had a gun in his hand.
Maybe.
It was hard to tell with the way he had his hand held down at his side. As if he could read my mind he raised the weapon, and I was working my way up to being scared when the light caught on the neon-orange tip at the end. I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.It was a toy.What did he think he was doing?
Dropping my hand, I said, “Okay, that’s fake.”
He scowled and it was adorable, but that only made me want to laugh more, which had him frowning harder. “No it isn’t! Give me your cash!” He held the gun up higher, but it definitely wasn’t real.
“Why didn’t you at least paint over the tip?”
He sighed and lowered “the weapon.” “Fuck.” He started to walk away, and Flynn seemed to recover because he began swearing under his breath.
“I have fifty.” I tugged out my wallet.
“You’re not going to encourage that!” Flynn said, far too loud.
The boy whirled around and seemed stunned for a second, but he came rushing back with his hand out.
I held out mine. “It’s to buy that toy.”
He looked down at the fake gun with a sigh but snatched the fifty, and I snagged the toy. “You’re going to get into real trouble if you do this to the wrong person. Some people are armed, you know.”
His eyes widened as he turned to run off, and I sighed, walking over to toss the toy gun into the trash can.
“You’ll go to jail if you keep doing this and expect people like me to get you out! It’s bullshit!” Flynn called, then groaned. “Ugh, what a weird fucking night.”
I went back to him on the bench and wrapped him up in a hug. “That wasn’t even the strangest part.”
He leaned against me, smiling, and I gave him a tight squeeze.
“Should we... tell someone about this?” He rested his head on my shoulder, and I shivered at the soft, warm breeze of his breath against my neck.
“Yeah—so, officer, my boyfriend and I were fucking in the park when—”
Flynn smacked my chest. “I never considered not calling the cops for a situation where I witnessed vandalism or robbery until I started hanging out with you.”
